That was a petrifying night
sound of chirping birds reached my ear,
Everything was going out of my sight
And I was abutted by the fear.
The moon light stumbled upon the ground
Though It looked awful
It was all ruinous all around,
Still the moonlight shined beautiful.
Snuggled upon the tree
Finding for the shield,
Waiting for someone to make me free,
From that sinister field.
The whole night I spent there
And everything was fine,
Without sustenance and care
I saw the another sunshine.
-Saptarshi Mandal